I hate nights like this
Nights where I'm really depressed and too anxious to sleep.
Nights where I can't seem to keep myself distracted enough.
Nights where I pick at my skin
And pull at my hair
I hate it
I wish I had friends close enough to talk to about how I feel, or friends even in the know of my life at all to even word vomit to.
I've noticed recently, it's like I've forgotten how to talk.
And it's killing me inside.



















